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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.