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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.