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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.