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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.