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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zeros to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.