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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Hashim,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.