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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.