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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.