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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
X-102,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.