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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Mummies to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.