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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.