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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.