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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
a-ha,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.