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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.