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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.