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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.