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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.