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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.