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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.