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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.