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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Qualms,
The Motions,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.