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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.