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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.