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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.