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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.