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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.