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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.