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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.