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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Standells,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.