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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Smog,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Move,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.