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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.