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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.