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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
June of 44,
Visage,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The 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.