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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.