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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.