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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Darondo,
UT,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.