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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.