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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.