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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.