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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Faust,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.