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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.