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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.