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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.