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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
JFA,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.