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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.