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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.