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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.