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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.