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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.