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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
ABC,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.