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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.