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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.