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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.