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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.