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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.