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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 CMW to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
10cc,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.