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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Josef K to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.