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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Young Marble Giants 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.