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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.