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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.