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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.