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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.