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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.