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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.