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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.