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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.