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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.