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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.