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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
the Association,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.