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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.