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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.