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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.