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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.