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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.