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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.