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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.