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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.