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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.