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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.