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 Estonia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Model 500,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.