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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.