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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.