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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.