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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.