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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.