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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
PIL,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.