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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.