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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
10cc,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.