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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.