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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
The Index,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.