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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Index,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.