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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.