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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.