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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.