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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.