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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Make Up,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.