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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Faust,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.