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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Moebius,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.