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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.