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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.