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 Liechtenstein 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.