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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.