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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.