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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.