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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.