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 Romania 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Gong,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.