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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.