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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.