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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.