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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Organ,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.