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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.