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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
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.