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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Rakim,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.