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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.