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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.