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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.