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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.