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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.