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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.