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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.