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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.