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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.