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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.