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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.