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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.