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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.