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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.