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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Evens,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.