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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.