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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
X-102,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.