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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.