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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.