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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.