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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.