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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
The Move,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.