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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.