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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.