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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.