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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.