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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
UT,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.