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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
UT,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.