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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.