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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
UT,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.