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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Hoover,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.