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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
UT,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.