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 Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.