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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.