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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.