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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.