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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.