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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.