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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.