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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Slave,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.