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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.