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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.