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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Q65,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.