Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.