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 Serbia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.