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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.