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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.