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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.