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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Radiohead 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.