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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.