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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.