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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.