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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.