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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Swans,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.