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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.