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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.