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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.