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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.