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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.