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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.