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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.