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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.