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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.