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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.