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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 the Association to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.