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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Scion,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.