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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.