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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.