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 Croatia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.