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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.