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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Fear,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.