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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.