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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Faust,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.