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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.