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 Mongolia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.