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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.