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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.