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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Make Up,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.