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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.