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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.