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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.