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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.