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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Gong,
Skriet,
The Remains,
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.