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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sandy B to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.