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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.