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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.