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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
10cc,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.