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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.