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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.