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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Organ,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.