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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.