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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.