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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.