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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.