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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.