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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Names,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.