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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Pole,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.