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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.