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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.