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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Victims,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.