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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.