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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Index,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
cv313,
Zapp,
Japan,
Darondo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.