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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Index,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.