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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.