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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.