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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.