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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.