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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Magma,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
CMW,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.