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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.