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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.