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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Crime,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.