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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.