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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.