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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 808 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.