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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.