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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.