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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.