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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.