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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.