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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.