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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.