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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.