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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Scion,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.