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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.