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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.