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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.