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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.