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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.