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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.