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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.