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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.