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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.