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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.