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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.