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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.