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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.