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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
the Association,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.