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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.