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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.