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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.