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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.