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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.