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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.