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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.