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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.