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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.