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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.