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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Names,
Franke,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.