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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.