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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Organ,
the Association,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.