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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.