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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.