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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.