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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music 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 electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
MC5,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
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.