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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.