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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.