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 Kosovo 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.