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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.