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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Litter,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.