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 Africa and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.