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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.