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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Fear,
ABC,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.