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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.