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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.