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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.