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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.