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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.