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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.