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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Index,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.