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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.