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 Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.