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 Australia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.