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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Television,
Rekid,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.