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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.