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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.