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 Burkina and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.