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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.