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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.