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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.