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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.