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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.