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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.