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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.