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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.