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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.