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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.