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 Kenya and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Sound 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.