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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.