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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Deakin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.