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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.