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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.