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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.