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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.