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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.