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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.