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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.