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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.