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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.