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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.