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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.