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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.