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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.