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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
MC5,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.