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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Television,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.