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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Nas,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.