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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.