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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.