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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.