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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Japan to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.