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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.