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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.