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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 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 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.