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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.