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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.