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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.