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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.