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 Belize 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.