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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.