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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.