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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.