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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The Index,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Qualms,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.