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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.