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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.