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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Can,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.