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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.