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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.