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 Barbados 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.