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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
the Swans,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.