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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.