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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.