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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.