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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.