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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.