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 Sweden 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
New Order,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.