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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.