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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.