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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.