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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.