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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.