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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.