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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.