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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
the Germs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.