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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Index,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.