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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
John Holt,
Crime,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.