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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.