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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.