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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.