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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
X-102,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Wire,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.