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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.