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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.