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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.