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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.