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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Slave to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.