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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.