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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.