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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.