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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.