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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.