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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
MC5,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
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.