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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.