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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.