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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
DNA,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.