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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.