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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Model 500,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.