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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Index,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.