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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.