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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Can,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.