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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.