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 Andorra and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.