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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.