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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.