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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wings,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.