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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.