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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.