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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.