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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.