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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.