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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.