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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
X-102,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
CMW,
EPMD,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
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.