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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.