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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.