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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.