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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.