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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
New Order,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.