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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.