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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.