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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 World's Most 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.