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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.