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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 New York and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.