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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
CMW,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.