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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.