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 France and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
DNA,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.