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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.