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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.