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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Magma,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.