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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.