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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
10cc,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.