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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.