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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.