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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.