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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.