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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.