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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
MC5,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.