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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.