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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Standells,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.