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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
JFA,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.