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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
The Names,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.