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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.