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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.