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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.