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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Slave,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.