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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.