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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Index,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.