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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.