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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.