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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.