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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.