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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Smog,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.