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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.