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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.