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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.