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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.