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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.