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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.