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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.