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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Skriet,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.