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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.