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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.