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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 This Heat 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.