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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Organ,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.