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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.