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 France and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.