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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.