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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.