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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.