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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.