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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.