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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.