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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
PIL,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.