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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.