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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.