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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Iggy Pop 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.