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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 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 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Pole,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.