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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Television,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.