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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Nico,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.