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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Nas,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.