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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.