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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.