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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.