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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.