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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.