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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.