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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.