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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.