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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.