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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.