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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.