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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.