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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.