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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.