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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.