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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.