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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Index,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.