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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.