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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
ABC,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Names,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.