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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rapeman,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.