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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.