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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.