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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Q65,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.