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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.