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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.