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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
the Association,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.