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 Monaco 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.