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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
UT,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.