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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.