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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.