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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.