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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.