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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.