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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.