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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.