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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.