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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.