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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.