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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Busters,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.