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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.