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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.