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 Laos and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.