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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.