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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.