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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.