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 Finland 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Lalann,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.