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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.