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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Can to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.