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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.