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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monks to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.