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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.