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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Q65,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.