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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.